He became again sane.

His eyes ceased to see visions; his brain was purged of the fancy that it was the duty of society to feed the Master's lambs.
As I say, he became well, quite well, and the newspapers and the church people hailed his return with joy.

I went once to his church.

The sermon was of the same order as the ones he had preached long before his eyes had seen visions.

I was disappointed, shocked.